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My daughter has been teething. And gassy. And, she has a bit of a nappy rash, which I’m putting coconut oil and paw paw ointment on, and it seems to be doing the trick. (Watch out, Paleo-Mummy here I come.)

All good, she was a bit full on last night as she refused to sleep yesterday…

And then.

And then a drum falls on her tonight. My daughter is 8 months old with superb motor skills. I mean, I trust her not to hurt herself if she’s climbing on something most of the time. She climbs on EVERYTHING. I cannot stop this from occurring, I just can not. If I try and hold her back, she just gets upset. And I figure, well, go girl. Go and get what it is you want, within reason.

But a drum fell on her tonight.

The drums, the bane of my existence. Especially tonight.

The drums were bought for my husbands son upon the arrival of Miss 8-months. As a present. Now, we are NOT a well off family. We’ve made things work and sometimes have fallen a bit behind, but we’re ok. We thrive on our happiness, which comes in abundance. My husband, Toz talked his way into my agreeing to give his son some drums. The drums don’t get played. I try and play them for Miss 8-months sometimes because she seems to love percussion. However, I look at the space and think: CRAFT DESK.

But they are especially the bane of my existence, because now they have given my little girl a bruised little eye. Poor little moppet. She screamed like buggery. But she’s a brave ruggy. Oh so brave. She was fine about 5 minutes post-accident, and I was the one freaking out instead. So I called my Mum, three hours behind.

“Mum”, I said, “Sorry it’s late but…”

I started a similar conversation the same way 17 months ago.

Mum is a nurse. She is a damn fine nurse. She always knows what to say and how to say it, and always tells me good things and never freaks me out even more: just tells me what to look out for, &c. Tonight it was, “If she starts vomiting or is hard to wake up, then take her to the doctor.”

It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as that, but it had swelled up quite a bit in 15 minutes or so, and she did have a nice purpley-reddy pea size bruise just under her bottom eyelid. Oh, I felt like such a terrible mother at that point. But! Kids get hurt. I have to remind myself of that, or I’ll go mad at myself instead.

Time gets away from you when you’re a mother. Just doing this, doing that, cleaning up this, putting that away…feeding, changing. Did I mention cleaning?

So, I was stoked tonight when Toz took bub off my hands for about 15 minutes tonight (before she hurt herself) so that I could play with my machine a bit. I really wish my Year 8 Home Ec. teacher was here to guide me. I do remember how to thread a bobbin. I do! I will get there, because I have creations in my mind that I need to share.

Indeed, just you wait.



I just made this with cranberry sauce and two teaspoons of rum essence…added ginger, cloves, cinnamon and nutmeg to the egg mix and used evaporated milk instead of normal milk. Guess I’m not so paleo yet. Ah well, I will serve it with whipped cream. And, the fact that it was dessert night tonight, and we didn’t end up making it because we were so tired (the 4 year old was most upset) won’t matter so much anymore.

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From December 2010:

I love big weekend brunches!  Breakfast is a pretty big tradition in my family on the weekends.  Both my mom and I worked in diners when we were in college and nothing beats my mother’s omelettes with a side of corn beef hash or sausage.

I can also say I hate all the dishes involved after a nap worthy brunch fest.   How many pots and pans can you dirty with bacon or eggs, french toast and pancakes— and lets not even deulve into waffles. By the time you muster the energy, and actually get through a sink full, I’m keen to make another total kitchen mess with cookies, pie, or whatever recipe (holiday cookies!?!) I’m experimenting with that…

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So, because it’s been around 10 years since I used one of these things, and I could barely understand my manual, I had to look up an online tute.

This one was great and even came with it’s own, very entertaining blooper reel.

I’ve been thinking about my new found love for sewing, and I thought, it’s not really a new thing. I’ve always loved sewing and making stuff.

My gran taught me how to sew. She taught me how to hand sew. I was about 10 or 11 years old.

I remember this so well. I remember sitting with her, sewing a little yellow purse with some buttons on it. She’d just taught me how to do drawstrings, and I was pretty proud. One day, it got a bit late, she had to go home, and I said, “I’ll finish it later and show you next time I see you.”

Then she passed away, very suddenly, from what is long suspected to have been a heart-attack bought on by food poisoning. That was in ’95.

She never got to see my bag. But I gave it to her.

I finished it, I put it on her coffin as they cremated her. She’s buried with that bag that she so lovingly taught me how to create.


Love ya, Gran. I’ll sew something green for you. 🙂


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THIS is my new workstation. Just popped on Daft Punk, started ripping open the box for the sewing machine. I’ve put it on our ironing board (since I don’t use it for anything else) just for the time being. Thought also, I was pretty clever, because I managed to cut bits in to the cardboard box beneath it, so I can put stuff in there if I don’t want bubs getting to it. She’ll probably  find a way anyway.

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She climbs on EVERYTHING. She’s my personal Dora the Explorer.

Hey, you gotta start somewhere.


Prince Moda’Arte Armchair.

Here is the first of a collection of upholstered chairs I find irresistible, this one from Moda furniture, described on the above linked website as follows:

“We first viewed Modà at the annual Fiera Milano International Furniture Exhibition. The place was buzzing with activity and felt more like a fashion store in Milan than an exhibit at a convention. We had some espressos, chatted with one of the owners and head designers, and people watched as buyers from around the world went in and out.

“Described as more abstract than realistic, Modà is the name to remember as a brand promoting distinctive lifestyle concepts and a producer of luxurious furniture that creates its own aesthetic language based on the personality of each piece. Objects inspired by the past, magic decoration taken from nature, elements with suggesting shapes inspired by classical tradition detailed with gold and silver leaf finishing.

“Their New Sinfonia14 collection is inspired by fashion “made in Italy”, is a tailor-made collection, strictly handmade  thanks to great professional skills of the best atelier.  The Modàrte collection combines unique furniture with hand painting by Italian artists to transform furniture into exclusive one of a kind pieces of art.”

I think I might delve in!